Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.